Soul cleaves to dreams of azure ocean sanctuaries,
held in the mind as images upon a calendar,
being the source of hope for escape
when chained by work to a cubicle.
Immersed in the stunning watery tapestry,
schools of sunburst fish circle in spellbound invitation
as a sea turtle floats across the stage performing a mesmerizing ballet.
Lost in the pure serenity magic,
holding the euphoria of a passport cerulean,
spirit drinking the rapture from this paradise marine.
A contest entry
- Pcture Prompt by stavykm.
450 points, ended June 6, 2008, 8 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Through your words, I could almost visualize the pic without it being there. Has almost a sensual feel to it, very despcriptive, beautiful imagery.
Sigh...there is always somewhere we'd rather be than the old cubicle, eh?
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Beautiful
THis is just stunning. Yes this is exactly how I feel and when I finally actually get there LOL, You did a fabulous job on imagery, poetic expression as well as flow. Thank you for entering and best of luck in the contest.
Many Blessings
Kelle Marie
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